What has life to offer me when I grow old
What’s there to look forward to beyond the biting cold
They say it’s difficult, yes, stereotypical

What’s there beyond sleep, eat, work in this cruel life
Ain’t there nothin’ else ’round here but human strife
‘Cause they say it’s difficult, yes, stereotypical
Gotta be conventional, you can’t be so radical

[chorus]
So I sing this song to all of my age
For these are the questions we’ve got to face
For in this cycle that we call life
We are the ones who are next in line
We are next in line

What has life to offer me when I grow old
What’s there to look forward to beyond the biting cold
They say it’s difficult, yes, stereotypical
Gotta be conventional, you can’t be so radical

[repeat chorus]

Hoh oh, we are next in line

[bridge]
And we gotta work, we gotta feel (we gotta feel)
Let’s open our eyes and do whatever it takes
And we gotta work, we gotta feel (we gotta feel)
Let’s open our eyes, hoh woh

[repeat chorus]

[coda]
Sing this song for me
Sing this song for me
Sing (sing), sing, sing (sing), sing (sing)
Sing (sing), sing (sing), sing
Touch the sun